Her Struggle Against Fate

Her Struggle Against Fate
© Surazeus
2024 10 12

Young girl with long straight hair red as the rose 
kneels at stone cottage on the misty moor, 
and places small wood box by red oak door 
with turtle shell and feathers of three crows, 
then runs back to cave beneath jagged crag 
where she wraps warm in skin of the white stag. 

Sitting pert on wolf-skin fur on the stone 
where moonlight glitters in rain-splattered pool, 
young red-haired Aisling gazes in the jewel 
at vision she carves on the stag-leg bone 
with lightning-crooked letters of the Rune 
while humming eerie heart-enchanting tune. 

Tall blond-haired boy in white horse by the tree 
that drops orange leaves in flowing stream of time 
stares astonished at her beauty, sublime 
with graceful elegance since she lives free 
from duty that constrains his fierce intent 
to control wild passions of discontent. 

Six men surround young girl on misty hill, 
intending to abduct her for their Lord 
who reigns in stone castle with bloody sword, 
so she resists with courage of free will 
but they subdue her struggle against fate 
and force her to kneel before throne of hate. 

Young boy she rescued twenty years before 
from assassins his uncle sent to kill 
asks her to marry him while holding quill 
for her to sign contract of love to score 
secure position in his royal court, 
but she turns away with disdainful snort. 

With trembling voice light as the ocean wave 
she tells him she prefers the windy heath 
instead of wearing the gold bridal wreath, 
feeling safe in solitude of her cave 
where she brews juice in cauldron of her heart, 
then strides off with intention to depart. 

Holding her hands with gentle sigh of love, 
he confesses love he feels for her soul 
since hour she saved him, so he set as goal 
to crown her queen with grace of God above, 
but she laughs that no god dwells in the sky, 
then gasps at tear that wells from his blue eye. 

Realizing he cannot keep her prisoner, 
because love freely given is more real 
than love enforced that she will never feel, 
he burns contract drawn by the scrivener, 
then watches her walk road back to her cave 
where she translates song of the ocean wave.